The constant squeaking sounds small, strange,
like the little mouse with the round, fluffy body
has somehow gotten stuck in the fluorescent light
and hasn't stopped squeaking since I lit the room.
I walk under the light, searching for its hiding spot
because I know it must be in this area, distressed,
if the sounds are any indication, but it can't be
in the light casing; it couldn't have maneuvered
the pipes covering the wires to make the journey.
After fifteen minutes, I notice the hole in the plaster
above the light, providing a small den for a mouse.
After twenty minutes, the squeaking stops completely,
and I can only hope the mouse has settled down
or retraced the route that brought it to the hole,
because I don't want to think about the maximum
temperature of a pair of fluorescent lightbulbs.
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